Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Comoros and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Brick,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.